My 1st year in LA part 1

Still holding my keys in his hand, Moses called out, "Mistah Steve, when are you coming back?"

I didn't have an answer but said, "Two weeks, maybe Three?"

I nodded thank you to Juan for helping with my bags and as I got into the town car and before I even closed the door or the driver even had a chance to turn around, I said, "JFK," and put my headphones on.

He nodded, said, "OK," and got on the phone as we pulled away from The Park Royal. As he turned left on Columbus, it never crossed my mind that this would be the last time I would walk through that marble lobby, the last morning I would wake up in my apartment, GA, the apartment I had lived in since I had graduated college, but maybe it should have as this would also be known as the day I moved to Los Angeles.